Gong Shao pursues his wife, please keep a low profile

Chapter 3 Trouble is coming!

It was too late for her to explain, An Luo was dragged in just like that, before she could react, she suddenly heard a teasing voice: "Master Gong, your woman is here."

A suspicious blush covered her cheeks, and she could feel the lively atmosphere around her instantly quiet down.

Everyone was staring at her, all kinds of curious eyes cast from all directions.

An Luo swallowed his throat, his scalp was numb, and he didn't dare to look at the man sitting in the corner of the sofa, surrounded by half of the darkness.

He should be very angry, right?
Sure, angry.

"Beauty, I heard from the security guard outside that you have a photo with Young Master Gong? Show us it, it will open your eyes!"

Another blockbuster, An Luo can already be described as at a loss.

She never thought that the security guard would tell this matter so quickly.

Because of anxiety, she clenched the bag tightly in her hand, and she couldn't help looking at the figure in the corner from the corner of her eye.

Gong Chenyan sat there indifferently like an emperor, and had no intention of making a move at all, but the chill in his eyes made An Luo understand that if the photos were shown, the relationship between the two of them would definitely deteriorate.

Grabbing her bag tightly, she took a deep breath and said, "I made up the photo because I have something very important to see Mr. Gong, sorry."

The cynical handsome face froze for a moment, Qi Yu immediately turned his head to look at Gong Chenyan, seeing that he was holding the wine glass without any reaction, the suspicion in his eyes deepened.

The eyes of the others changed because of her words.

"Seventh Young Master, since this woman is a liar, she should be kicked out! Otherwise, if you anger Young Master Gong later, you will be in serious trouble."

"Yes, yes."

Hearing expulsion sounds coming from all directions, An Luo finally summoned up his courage and looked at the noble man in the corner: "Mr. Gong, I can go, but can you please spare some time to read the plan?"

She had just taken it out of the bag when she was suddenly snatched away by a man called 'Seventh Young Master'!
An Luo was shocked: "You give it back to me."

"Hey, beauty, don't you know that you need to be 'sincere' when asking for help? You are the only one to be blamed by Gong Shaoli for the way you do it. Now, since you are a sneak in here, let's have a drink first to calm everyone's anger."

A glass of golden yellow liquid suddenly appeared in front of An Luo's eyes. It was chilled foreign wine with a high degree of alcohol.

Her face was pale and her lips clenched subconsciously.

She doesn't know how to drink, but Gong Chenyan also said outside the bar that her begging attitude is very casual.

For An's future, An Luo gritted his teeth and picked up the wine glass.

Everyone booed: "Drink, drink!"

In the corner, the man who watched coldly put his wine glass to the corner of his mouth, his eyes fell on An Luo's hesitant and struggling expression, and he said coldly: "If you don't want to drink, get out."

An Luo closed his eyes and opened them again, with determination in his eyes: "I won't leave."

After saying that, she put the wine glass to the corner of her mouth, closed her eyes tightly, drank the cold foreign wine in one breath, and then coughed lightly twice.

Seventh Young Master took the lead in applauding: "Good drinker, keep going!"

At the end of the drink, An Luo couldn't stand it any longer. She supported her uncomfortable stomach and wanted to rest for a while.

Suddenly, she didn't know who pushed her, and An Luo, who was caught off guard, couldn't stand still, and fell down on Gong Chenyan's lap.

She anxiously stretched out her hand to prop herself up, but... the hand didn't feel right!
An Luo looked at her hand in astonishment. It was facing an indescribable position, and a rush of heat rushed to her forehead. She raised her head suddenly, and her eyes met the man's dark eyes.

"I, I didn't... on purpose."

Gong Chenyan's eyes were as deep as ice: "Have you touched enough?"

(End of this chapter)